Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Fly N****s Do Fly Things Lyrics

Fly N****s Do Fly Things

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Fly N****s Do Fly Things." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 05:11 pm

Album: How Fly

Track No: 05

Yeah, bitch
Spitta
Ay, young Khalifa, man
How fly
We already a quarter pound in on this one
How are you?
Yeah, we killin' these blocks
You already know, my ****
Ain't no turnin' back now
This shit on smash
Yeah
Influenced by the reefer, but I'm still positively speakin'
Headin' down to New Orleans, fuck with Spitta for a weekend
Exotic bitches freakin', minks on the rug
I'm living Cliquot dreams, pourin' drinks in the tub
One life to live, so I'ma live it up
Like you gotta pay for pussy, ****, I don't give a fuck
Blow it on some new threads
Chickens give me new head
One look at my charm
They say I ain't doin' too bad
My palms itchin' like you did when you rolled in grass
Flick another joint, I'm here, but I just hope it lasts
On the beach with my amigos, smoking hella Zags
Love the life we lead
So we just make a toast and laugh
You say another day, I see it as another plane
Another dollar, another reason to ensure the fame
Every city they reppin', they knowin' my name
We the gang, Taylor-Jets painted on the wing
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly **** do fly things
Smokin' weed with your bitch, this the song we sing
Fly **** do fly things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly **** do fly things
Takin' pictures front the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids lookin' up to me 'cause I'm a G
Would it be cliche
To start my verse by saying something that I always say?
The planes got it
I perfected my roll in the science of aeronautics
I swear on my soul, I would never cosign, no nonsense
Muscle car auction
I just cop it and then garage it
Wait on the night to set
Then really pop it and drive it
Bitches run on side it
Like those little Jamaican kids
Who saw that Benz with Buns and Ox inside it
Word to Wale, Spitta OT in DC for four or five days
I got enough pair of fresh J's in my Crooks bag
Smelling like a pound, TSA what they lookin' at
Wanna pat me down, came up with nothing, cousin
Pull away from ground transportation puffin'
Bakin' kush berry muffins
Mind on a million, tryna get this shit is puzzling
In the grand scheme of things
Where you fit in this discussion?
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly **** do fly things
Smokin' weed with your bitches is the song we sing
Fly **** do fly things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly **** do fly things
Takin' pictures front the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me 'cause I'm a G

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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